Lyrics:
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
'scuse me on my 2Pac
Keep your head up, when did you stop, loving thy
Color of your skin? Color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met
tired
God in me I am a giant
God in me I slay Goliath
With a sling shot and a smooth rock
I boom boom like boombox
My head up like 2Pac
I'm limitless
No
than the tuned rap
Oh snap, I want back to times where we had 2pac
2pac or Eminem lose yourself don't tell your friends
California Love with D-R-E was so
worry me
Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game 'til they bury me
God gave me game, so I'm hustlin'
Pour out some liqour for my niggas, 2Pac is still
you never questioned when I said I
Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive
A Lambo in
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled
ain't come over here to get
Strokin' and all that bullshit
You came over her to get fucked
I fuck you thug style, baby
You leave my house sayin'
2Pac game
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
beside me, and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block weekly, my health yearly
Something's wrong with me, niggas
knot thick, I'm it
Motherfucker, I'm ill
Yeah
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why
We tradin' war stories
War stories, nigga
What players do?
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin' 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just
(whoa)
I guess I'm just here for your amusement (yeah)
You've seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It's like 2Pac never died, sit back,
red dot
Compact Nina and it got that green dot
Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot
Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac
Powered up
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2Pac
how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm black and put them works in?
Does he know his daughter might have
I better see five stars next to my picture
If not, 2Pac will cock the Glock and come knockin' to getcha
I told you once, motherfucker, I'm a nut
doubt me
I'm gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy
Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty
Yeah, like it's magic we comin'
On that ass massive
Better tap
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